no time to register the words you say as I am stepping over you it's a sad state of affairs I don't even pretend I'm not aware and turned cold walk away untouched I can't relate to anyone try to be a humble man a better son a better friend but life gets in the way no time to register the shame I feel as I try not to notice you it's a sad state of affairs to ignore this wrongness everywhere it's the way we silence our senses a way to smother the impulse suffocate the senses suffocate the impulse we bury pain and tramp the dirt down